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Updated: June 4, 2025
The old home of Sibyl Andrés was deserted. While he had been talking with the convict, the girl and Myra Willard had started on their way back to Fairlands. With a peculiar smile upon his heavy features, the man slipped the glass into its case, and, with a long, slow look over the scene, set out on his way to rejoin his friends. I Want You Just as You Are
They change at Fairlands Junction. The little city, itself, is set in the lap of the hills that form the southern side of the valley, some three miles from the main line. It is as though this particular "Queen" withdrew from the great highway traveled by the vulgar herd in the proud aloofness of her superior clay, sufficient unto herself.
The girl's countenance was lighted by an expression of childlike surprise and wonder. What had brought this well-known leader in the social world from Fairlands Heights to the poor, little house in the orange grove, so far down the hill? "Good afternoon," said the caller. "You are Miss Andrés, are you not?" "Yes," returned the girl, with a smile. "Won't you come in? I will call Miss Willard."
When Aaron King and Conrad Lagrange left the house on Fairlands Heights that night, they walked quickly, as though eager to escape from the brilliantly lighted vicinity. Neither spoke until they were some distance away.
The time came, at last, when the two men must return to Fairlands. With Mr. and Mrs. Oakley they were spending the evening at Sibyl's home when Conrad Lagrange announced that they would leave the mountains, two days later. "Then," said the girl, impulsively, "Mr. King and I are going for one last good-by climb to-morrow. Aren't we?" she concluded turning to the artist.
He turned toward the valley to see a long flash and then only the haze and the dark spot that he knew to be the orange groves about Fairlands. Aaron King sank, weak and trembling, against the rock. What should he do? What could he do? The signals might mean much. They might mean nothing.
I'll murder some one, sure as hell, if you do." "I don't think I could stand it, myself," said the artist, laughing grimly, as he drew the velvet curtain to hide the portrait. The Answer When Aaron King and Conrad Lagrange entered the house to meet their callers from Fairlands Heights, the artist felt, oddly, that he was meeting a company of strangers.
If you dare try to exhibit it, I shall see that the people to whom you must look for your patronage know how you found the original, an innocent, mountain girl, and brought her to your studio to live with you. Fairlands has already talked enough, but my influence has prevented it from going too far. You may be very sure that from now on I shall not exert myself to deny it."
I feel, still, as though the old place in the hills were my real home, and every summer, when nearly every one goes away from Fairlands and there is nothing for me to do, Myra Willard and I go up there, for as long as we can. You see, I teach music and play in the churches. Miss Willard taught me. She and mother are the only teachers I have ever had.
"People would very soon be talking if I should come here, alone now that the picture is finished." "I suppose in any case you will be leaving Fairlands soon, for the summer," he returned slowly. "O listen," she cried with quick eagerness "we are going to Lake Silence. What's to hinder your coming too? Everybody goes there, you know. Won't you come?" "But would it be altogether safe?"
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